If You Are A Dodder Flower Chapter 39 Part1

During his life, Cao Yang had given a physical "s.e.x education" to quite a number of adult women. However, he'd never given a lecture to a minor before…

He didn't know where to start. Translated by The Novelst

Xia Rou calmed down before he could decide what to tell her. However, it was clear that awkwardness and embarra.s.sment had overcome her.

She tried to hide this by rubbing her eyes, wondering how to dissolve the awkward air. As she looked anywhere but at him, she unintentionally glanced at his waist, surprised at what she found there.

She quickly knelt down and pulled his shirt out of his pants.

Her slightly cold, soft hand touched his waist.

He was quite sensitive there, and combined with the activities that he'd just completed, the feeling remained in his body.

At the sensation of a womanly touch, Cao Yang trembled.

His face darkened.

"Xia Rou!" he shouted. He didn't know what she was playing at.

He grasped her hands tightly so she couldn't touch him.

"Big brother… This.. This is from last year?" Xia Rou asked with difficulty.

He realized what was happening. Only then did he release her hands to touch the old scar at his waist.

"Yes," he said, frowning. "It's only a scar from an old bullet wound. Don't look."

The scarring was intimidating to look at. That was why when Xia Rou had asked to see it when he first returned, he had refused. He was worried it might scare her.

Xia Rou was frightened by the scar, just as he had thought. The tears she had suppressed began to fall once more.

Cao Yang was conflicted - he still had a headache from this mess, but he was confused.

At least the reason she was crying was because she cared for her big brother, which was much better than her crying because she had witnessed that very same big brother doing something embarra.s.sing, right?

The awkward atmosphere had mostly dissipated. Cao Yang was happy to smooth the matter over just like that.

Though he feared neither heaven nor G.o.d, thinking about giving The Talk to Xia Rou made his scalp go numb.

He couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from curving up, ever so slightly.

"Don't cry," he said, patting her head.

Obviously, her eyes were filled with fright and a complex mix of emotions he couldn't understand. Compared to how she had sobbed earlier, the quiet tears she spilled now hurt his heart.

"What should I do? I'm ugly now. I might not be able to find a wife," he joked deliberately.

Xia Rou heard the words, responding instinctively, "That's not possible."

"There are so many women who want to marry you!" she continued.

That was right - many women wanted to marry him. After looking around here and there, he picked the best option most suited to him in the end. In the beginning he treated his wife with respect, but as their relationship cooled, they ended up parting ways.

She remembered the day he had finalized his divorced. He had run to her apartment to look for her, but to this day she didn't know what he was going to ask her.

His expression had turned very ugly after he had seen Cao An. He left after that without saying a word.

Even until she died, she didn't know what he wanted to say.

She guessed he was probably in a bad mood, so he was probably looking for someone to vent to.

In the end, when he'd needed her the most, she wasn't able to help him.

It had greatly upset her. Translated by The Novelst

She felt that he was such a proud person that he must have only had her remaining to talk about his failed marriage. Toward other people, he definitely wouldn't have even let out a single word.

So he could only keep it locked up inside. It must have been so hard on him.

But after that day, when she went to look for him, the timing had pa.s.sed. He was unwilling to speak on the matter.

And starting from then, he started to keep a distance between them.

His alienation had hurt her, so she held a grudge and didn't want to bother with him.

In that one year of time, they grew very distant.

That lasted until she told him she wanted to get engaged. He had thrown down that person's information before her, and that was when she finally realized that he… had been protecting her the entire time.

He had been carefully holding the umbrella over her head to protect her from the shadows.

At that time, she didn't fear anything any longer.

As long as he was there, what did she have to be afraid of other than him?

The Liang Family may have had less-than-pure intentions regarding her, but so what?

So, just as in the past, he had softened in the face of her stubbornness once again.

The windowsill wasn't very high up, reaching his waist. Xia Rou was kneeling atop the surface, still coming up short in terms of height when facing Cao Yang.

She raised her head.

Cao Yang was looking at her from above.

His face was exquisitely crafted, and to her, the most familiar face she knew.

Just now that person that had been torn in two in her heart had overlapped to become one being once again…

Xia Rou's heart thudded heavily, once.

She called out, "Big brother," hugging him and burying her face in his chest. She couldn't control the tears pouring out of her eyes.

She had been fine, but why was she crying again? Why was this little girl being so emotional?

Cao Yang could feel his headache growing.

"Alright, alright," he said helplessly. "Don't cry."

He patted her head softly, fingers winding through her hair.

She had just washed her hair, so it was still a little wet and thick. The texture was pretty strong. Cao Yang's hand slipped to the end and stopped at Xia Rou's waist.

This was the first time he had actually touched her waist.

Xia Rou was still crying in his embrace. She felt the arms at her waist tighten as he carried her down from the windowsill.

"Alright, my little boss," he said as he released her. "Look at those tears and that runny nose."

Xia Rou was embarra.s.sed. She ran out of his arms to get some tissues from the table.

Under the thick wooden table, there was a basket full of used tissues. Cao Yang maintained his composure and walked up to grab some tissues to help Xia Rou wipe her face clean, then throwing it inside the basket and quickly hiding the entire thing behind him…

Xia Rou sniffed, noticing a strange smell.

"What's that smell?" she asked. Translated by The Novelst

When she raised her head, Cao Yang's face had blackened. She realized immediately what it was, and her face colored a bright red. The hand that was resting on the table was immediately withdrawn back to her body, as though she was burned.

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